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  my mother drove me to the airport s rolled down. it was
  seventy-five degrees ihe sky a perfect, cloudless blue. i was
  wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; i was wearing
  it as a farewell gesture. my arka.
  in the olympisula of washington state, a small town
  named forks exists uant cover of clouds. it rains on
  this iowhan any other pla the ues
  of america. it was from this town and its gloomy, om shade that
  my mother escaped as ohs old. it was in
  this town that i'd beeo spend a month every summer until i
  was fourteen. that was the year i finally put my foot dow
  three summers, my dad, charlie, vaed with me in ia for two
  weeks instead.
  it was to forks that i now exiled myself— an a that i took with
  great horror. i detested forks.
  i loved phoenix. i loved the sueri. i loved the
  vig city.
  ”bella,” my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — befot
  on the plane. ”you don't have to do this.”
  my mom looks like me, except with shh li a
  spasm of panic as i stared at her wide, childlike eyes. how could i leave
  my loviic, harebraio fend for herself? of course she
  had phil now, so the bills wet paid, there would be food
  ias in her d someoo she got
  lost, but still…
  ”i want to go,” i lied. i'd always been a bad liar, but i'd been saying
  this lie so freque it sou g now.
  ”tell charlie i said hi.”
  ”i will.”
  ”i'll see you sooed. ”you e whenever you want —
  i'll e right ba as you need me.”
  but i could see the sa her eyes behind the promise.
  ”don't worry about me,” i urged. ”it'll be great. i love you, mom.”
  she hugged me tightly for a mihen i got on the plane, and she
  was gone.
  it's a fht from phoele, another hour in a small
  plaeles, and then an hour drive ba to forks.
  flyi bother me; the hour ih charlie, though, i was
  a little worried about.
  charlie had really been fairly he whole thing. he seemed
  genui i was ih him for the first time
  with any degree of permanence. he'd already gistered fh
  sd was goi a car.
  but it was sure to be aith either of us was what anyone
  would call verbose, and i didn't know what there was tardless. i
  knew he was more than a little fused by my de — like my mother
  before me, i hadn't made a sey distaste for forks.
  eles, it was raining. i did as an omen
  — just unavoidable. i'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
  charlie was waitihe cruiser. this i eg, too.
  charlie is police to the good people of forks. my primary
  motivation behind buying a car, despite the sy funds, was
  that i refused to be driven around town in a car with red as
  on top. nothing slows down traffic like a cop.
  charlie gave me an awkward, when i stumbled my way off the
  plane.
  ”it's good to see you, bells,” he said, smiliically
  d steadied me. ”you haven't ged much. how's renée?”
  ”mom's fi's good to see you, too, dad.” i wasn't allowed to call
  him charlie to his face.
  i had only a few bags. most of my arizooo permeable for
  washington. my mom and i had pooled our resourent my winter
  wardrobe, but it was still sty. it all fit easily irunk of
  the cruiser.
  ”i found a good car for you, really cheap,” he announ we were
  strapped in.
  ”what kind of car?” i icious of the way he said ”good car for
  you” as opposed to just ”good car.”
  ”well, it's a truck actually, a chevy.”